Chapter five hundred and ten red bean sprouts king angelica
Holding the wine bottle in his hand, Song Qing looked at the retreating figures of his guards, his face turning a little blue.
He gently placed the expensive wine bottle in his hand on the table: "Uncle, the third brother has entered the city."
Zhang Kuang was startled. He had just listened to Song Qing's description of the Dragon Gate Formation in the capital of the Jin Kingdom and was somewhat interested. However, the imperial guard had something to report. Zhang Kuang thought that he was just a foreign minister and could not stop him, so he could only suppress his curiosity.
"Since he's here, send someone to call him over. That's not right. He knows the location of the General's Mansion, so why doesn't he come over by himself?"
Only then did Zhang Kuang, who was holding the tea cup, realize that something was wrong with Song Qing's face: "Did something happen to Qing'er?"
A hint of gloom flashed across Song Qing's brows, and he looked at Zhang Kuang without wanting to speak, not knowing how to speak.
Sighing heavily, Song Qing could only secretly pray that he was being suspicious.
I hope that the third brother will not go further and further down the road of right and wrong, and there will be no turning back in the end.
"Uncle, please sit down for a while while Qing'er goes to find the third brother."
Zhang Kuang naturally noticed that Song Qing was a little absent-minded, but he didn't ask too much as he was an old man. He knew that everyone had their own bottom line, and even as his uncle, he couldn't interfere too much.
"Go ahead and say hello to your uncle if you have anything to do. There is nothing in Yingzhou that your uncle can't do, but the prerequisite is that you can't disobey Dalong's laws. You are the commander-in-chief of the imperial capital and you naturally have a sense of propriety, so my uncle won't interfere too much."
"Qing'er knows."
Song Qing walked out of the simple but elegant general's mansion in his regular uniform.
"Boss, do you have any red beans here?"
"Hongdou? No, this young master's red beans are something that only the wealthy gentry in the south can afford. Here in Yingzhou, there are only black beans and soybeans. It's hard to find red beans."
"Thank you very much, boss. I'll take my leave."
"Master, please have some black beans!"
Liu Mingzhi turned a deaf ear and walked out of the store without hesitation and walked into the next rice and grain store.
"Boss, do you have any red beans for sale?"
"No, sir, why don't you get some soybeans?"
"Thank you, no need."
Liu Mingzhi took his Feng Xing and started wandering around Yingzhou City without stopping, paying no attention to the shouts of the gorgeous brothel girls.
I also walked past wine shops filled with the aroma of wine, and every place I stopped was filled with various rice and grain shops.
Walking through the streets, Liu Mingzhi had already inquired at fifty food stores, but still couldn't find the red beans he wanted.
Liu Mingzhi himself felt a little frustrated. He shook his head and sighed. Is there really no crop like red beans in Yingzhou?
"Brother, are there any red beans?"
Looking at this relatively large store, Liu Mingzhi asked weakly.
"Yes, this young master wants to have a few fights. To be honest, young master, we are the only ones in the entire Yingzhou City who sell red beans."
Liu Mingzhi, who was originally dejected, finally regained his energy, patted Feng Xing on the back of his horse, and Feng Xing went to find a place to stay.
"It's really there. It's great. I thought there were no red beans in Yingzhou."
"Red beans are indeed not common in the north. If you are not used to eating them, I do have them here, but they are much more expensive than other beans. Master, how much do you want?"
"One grain."
The waiter at the grain store twitched his eyes and took off the sash from his shoulders and looked at Young Master Liu as if he were a fool.
"Shopkeeper, someone is causing trouble."
"Trouble? That bastard dares to ruin things on my Jin Daya's territory. You're tired of living, aren't you?"
A middle-aged man with a fat belly and a big forehead came out of the back hall angrily, holding a teapot from the official kiln in his hand, and took two sips of tea from the teapot from time to time.
"Shopkeeper, this man asked us if we had red beans in the store. The little one told him that we did, and he said he wanted one."
"To destroy the place, this is to destroy my place. Young Master, you came to Jin's chassis to destroy the place."
"Shopkeeper, you misunderstood, I just bought it as a gift."
Jin Daya Yile: "This young master, when giving gifts to others, they usually use gold and silver jewelry, precious jades, antique calligraphy and paintings, etc., but you use red beans as gifts, or just one red bean, are you kidding me?"
"It's really a gift. There is no shortage of gold, silver and jewelry."
"In addition to the emperor, who has no shortage of gold, silver and jewels, you can also give gifts to the emperor."
"It really is."
With a bang, a cloth bag was thrown on the counter in front of him. Jin Daya held the teapot: "One pound of red beans, five taels of silver, do you want it?"
"Uh!" Liu Mingzhi tilted his head and looked at Jin Daya and laughed twice. It turns out that the temper of not doing enough business was the same in the north thousands of years ago.
Liu Mingzhi rummaged through his body and found out that it was worth ten taels of silver.
After feeling heartbroken for a while, I slapped the silver ingot on the table and said, "There's no need to look for it, shopkeeper. Can I borrow some pen and ink?"
Not to mention that money can make all the difference, Jin Daya saw that this ingot of silver didn't show any arrogance at all, he licked his face, took the silver and stuffed it into his sleeves.
"Yes, of course there is. Wait a moment, young master. Lao Jin will go get it right now."
After a while, Jin Daya personally came out with the Four Treasures of the Study: "Master, please use it, the ink is ready."
Liu Mingzhi frowned and looked at the rough straw paper on the table: "The shopkeeper, doesn't he have good rice paper?"
"Young master, Lao Jin is a grain store owner. How can he be willing to use high-quality rice paper to keep accounts? That thing is not for high-ranking officials. How can the nobles in the palace afford it?"
"That's right, let's make do with it."
Liu Mingzhi didn't want to be too picky, so he picked up a crude brush and started writing.
Red beans grow in the south, and when spring comes, they will sprout a few branches.
I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing.
Gently collect the draft paper and fold it carefully.
Liu Mingzhi muttered something to Jin Daya, and went to the backyard with the other person's confused expression.
About half an hour later, Liu Mingzhi carried a wooden box wrapped in silk, got on his horse and headed north of the city.
As soon as he saw the north gate of Yingzhou, Liu Mingzhi clamped his horse's belly and prepared to gallop. With the bloody horse's urine, he might not be able to catch up with the Queen's carriage, but it would only take half a day.
"Third brother!"
"call"
The horse's hooves were raised high and it neighed regularly.
"Brother, why are you here?"
Song Qing looked at Liu Mingzhi on horseback with a sullen face and walked towards the city wall. Liu Mingzhi didn't know, so he had to follow.
Looking at Young Master Liu gently, Song Qing frowned.
Reaching the sixth level in one night, is this the practice of sitting on a crossbow and shooting to the sky?
Hey, you really got some connections with heaven.
"Third brother, there are many things in this world that are unclear and unexplained. You must know that you should continue to be disturbed by them."
Liu Mingzhi looked at Song Qing with a complicated expression: "Brother, I"
"You are not a person who cannot tell the difference between high and low. Seeing you again is the next farewell. It is better not to see you."
Liu Mingzhi felt sad when he heard this and looked at Song Qing speechlessly.
Song Qing stretched out his hand: "Eldest brother asked the caravan to wait for you to take him over."
Liu Mingzhi blinked and nodded gently: "It's better not to see you."
Song Qing pursed his lips and nodded: "Knife and sword are destined to be two different worlds. Forcible contact will only hurt both sides. Therefore, it is better not to see each other."
"I understand."
"Your Majesty, it's late at night and it's time to rest."
"Is the red bean porridge ready?"
"It's been prepared for Your Majesty, but the red beans have been used up. Your Majesty loves red bean porridge so much, would you like Huier to have someone buy more for Your Majesty?"
The Queen was startled and put down the memorial in her hand: "It's finished? How could it be so fast?"
"Your Majesty, if you drink red bean porridge three times a day, it would be weird if you can't finish it all."
Hui'er looked at the Queen aggrievedly. She ignored the delicacies, wine and delicacies, but preferred to drink red bean porridge. Are Dalong's red beans so delicious?
The queen stood up gently in plain clothes, and her hair, which was longer than usual and shawl-length, was tied up with two jade hairpins.
Compared with the previous demeanor of being relegated to immortality, she has a touch of maturity and elegance, and she is equally beautiful.
The queen walked barefoot to the counter aside and opened an ordinary wooden box. She was a little stunned when she looked at the bottomless cloth bag.
"You stingy guy, forget it if you don't come to deliver it in person, then you don't know how to give more if you have money."
Gently lifting up the bag containing the red beans, the Queen stared blankly at the envelope at the bottom of the box. She hesitantly took out the envelope and opened it to read.
Red beans grow in the south, and when spring comes, they will sprout a few branches.
I hope you will pick more of them, this is the most loved thing.
The queen's lips twitched slightly, her eyes blinked, and she looked back at the jade bowl containing red bean porridge on the table.
The bewildered Queen poured out the bag, looked at a shriveled red bean in her hand and pursed her lips. When she poured it out, it was already empty.
Looking at the rough tissue paper in her hand, the Queen held the red bean and flipped through the second page.
Red beans sprout, Angelica sinensis.
The queen gently held the shriveled red bean in Yu's hand: "Ah?"